Okay, so maybe he is that big of a baby, for now, but nobody has to know.

"Mmkay."

Feeling flushed at the reassurance that she'll be around if he needs her (she really is too good to him), it makes him feel even more feverish, and his head swims. He puts the spoon down and opts for a sip or two of tea.

The noise that he mumbles into the mug sounds suspiciously like thank you.

He manages a piece of toast and a spoonful of grits, finishes the glass of orange juice, and leaves the banana and cereal untouched before deciding that anything more in his stomach would be a bad idea.

"Could you hand me the NyQuil?"

Oh yeah, she got the good stuff.